Ol School lyrics

LIL WAYNE - Ol School Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]
1st Verse
Hard body motherfucker got the heart of a killer Young
Guard in the buildin bout to start a religion Bout
to call Bin Laden up and order some missiles Bring
em straight to yo block and go da war wit ya bitches
If you hit the head pin the rest fall in the position
Shoot a nigga on his porch and make fall in his kitchen
Cop the big boy Porshe wit all its specifics And I
keep that torch baby call me olympics Red white blue
pill flip my skills like gymnast And never give a bitch
money blood or kidneys When the gun goes Pow Ill be
at the finish wit my metal round my neck or the grab
for my tennis The land of the murder dope crack and
surrenders Pull up on you with the Coupe how fat your
engine Never talk to those that sat on the benches
I was in the game on forth and inches These niggaz
want the business Imma give these hoes the business
Keep fucking wit the boy that tought toys before Christmas
Got all these hoes trippin Got all these hoes strippin
And we aint PSC but them niggaz know we tippin I just
brought a pint and aint none of yall sippin make my
friends buy they own Fuck Im tired of being friendly
Aint gotta lie just to try and be wit me Bitches up
in heavyweight bout to die to be wit me Im crazy for
being Wayne or is Wayne just crazy I been around still
around like the Geico caveman Hair pen trigger no I
wont shave it I spot hip hop in the ocean Im gon save
it The South is so dirty bitch you cant bathe it Holygrove
dog and I feel like Mating Even though yo pussy slip
it so fakin And its fuck you and fuck Georgia Bush
not Meagan Fuck waist deep im in over my head But its
cool imma make it Im good like making Yo girl wants
me to come around like Reagan Yo boyfriend is softer
than the carton the eggs in I dont fear nothing but
god and weddings At the top of my paper like Im starting
a heading My homie Santana yeah thats my ace but you
may know him as I cant
feel my face

[Wayne]

2nd Verse

Yeah see they dont know where I came from but they
know where Im going And Ill tell you just off the top
hills where Im going In the game I'm no cheater,
ima tiger,ima cougar,ima panther,
ima bingo O cho sinco Im illy shirts off in gilly In
a pair of Gucci flops feelin freeier than Willie When
them niggaz left I got a lil bit chilly But I just
let it burn like the end of the philly